Avery: “Can we go for a walk?”

Me: “Sure, sweetie. When Dad gets home we’ll go for a walk.”

Avery: “With boys?”

Briar: “Mom, is the baby out of your belly yet?”

Me: “Not quite, honey, but soon.”

Briar: When your belly is broke then it’ll come out?”

Me: “Kind of.”

Briar: “And mama, then I’ll put tape on your belly ’til it’s better.”

Me: “I love you.”